P. 222. E, as it stands in "The Old Lady's Collection,"
No 17, 'Bony Catrain Jaffry.'
| 1 |
Bonny Catrain Jaffrie,
That proper maid sae fare,
She has loved yong Lochinwar,
She made him no compare. |
| 2 |
He courted her the live-lang winter night,
Sa has he the simmer's day;
He has courted her sae lang
Till he sta her heart away. |
| 3 |
Bat the lusty lard of Lamerdall
Came fra the South Countrey,
An for to ga[i]n this lady's love
In intred he. |
| 4 |
. . .
. . .
An he has gained her friends' consent,
An sett the weding-day. |
| 5 |
The weding-day it being sett,
An a' man to it boun,
She sent for her first fair love,
Her wedding to come to. |
| 6 |
His father an his mother came,
. . .
They came a', but he came no,
It was a foull play. |
| 7 |
Lochenwar an his comrads
Sat drinken att the wine;
'Faue on you!' sad his comrads,
'Tak yer bride for shame. |
| 8 |
'Had she ben mine, as she was yours,
An den as she has don to you,
I wad tak her on her bridell-day
Fra a' her compinay. |
| 9 |
'Fra a' her compinay,
Without any other stay;
I wad gee them frogs insted of fish,
An take ther bride away.' |
| 10 |
He got fifty young men,
They were gallant an gay,
An fifty madens,
An left them on a lay. |
| 11 |
Fan he came in by Callien bank,
An in by Calline bray,
He left his company
Dancing on a lay. |
| 12 |
He came to the bridel-house,
An in entred he;
. . .
. . . |
| 13 |
'Ther was a young man in this place
Loyed well a comly may,
Bat the day she gaes anether man's bride,
An has plaed him foull play. |
| 14 |
'Had it ben me, as it was him,
An don as she has dien him tee,
I wad ha geen them froges insteed of fish,
An tane ther bride away.' |
| 15 |
The Englesh speared gin he wad fight,
It spak well in his mind;
. . .
. . . |
| 16 |
'It was na for fighten I cam hear,
But to bear gud fileshap gay;
Wan glass we yer bridgrom,
An so I goe my way.' |
| 17 |
The glass was filled of gued read wine
Betuen them tua:
'Wan word we yer brid,
An so I goo my waa.' |
| 18 |
He was on gued horse back,
An whipt the bride him we;
She grat an wrang her hands,
An said, It's foull play! |
| 19 |
. . .
'An this I dar well say,
For this day I gade anether man's bride,
An it's ben foull play.' |
| 20 |
Bat nou she is Lochenw[ar]'s wife,
. . .
An he gaed them froges insted of fish,
An tain ther bried away. |
End-Notes
225. G. Collated with a Manuscript of Charles
Kirkpatrick Sharpe's and with another copy of the same pieces in
"North Country Ballads," Miscellanea Curiosa, Abbotsford
Library.
